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Unexpected Kindness
Unexpected Kindness
by Peter Cross
Unexpected Kindness I forgot my lunch today! I face the prospect of going hungry for a few hours. That is not important There is food at home, I can eat later, But anxiety begins to grow, The others remembered their sandwiches, They feel they must share whether they want to or no
The Dustbin
The Dustbin
by Peter Cross
The Dustbin Today, my wife cleared out my wardrobe. She threw away an old shirt with torn sleeves and a stain down the front. I pretended it was my favourite, but really, I hated it. I didn't want to wear it but I felt I ought to - after all - it was I who had ripped the sleeves
Poem: Ruth
Poem: Ruth
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: Ruth Today I look with love upon this child - the baby that I never thought to bear - and, when he hears the story of my life, he’ll know he owes his being to God’s care. Those days in Moab seem so long ago, my family home a strange and distant place, for I have learned to
Poem: Saintliness
Poem: Saintliness
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: Saintliness The loss will hurt, but memories linger on and when the pain begins to ease and tears are drying – even if only for a time – the legacy that love has left begins to demonstrate its value, as words and looks and shared experiences drift through the troubled mind
Monologue/drama: My Troubled Son
Monologue/drama: My Troubled Son
by Marjorie Dobson
Monologue/drama: My Troubled Son If you’ve got a few minutes to spare, I’d like to tell you about my son. Oh, yes! I’ve got a son! He doesn’t live round here any more, of course! Hasn’t done for years. No, my daughters look after me – and my sons-in-law - and it’s lovely to have
Poem: Confusion
Poem: Confusion
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: Confusion Overwhelmed by things we cannot explain and questions for which we have no answers, we struggle to make sense of anything we thought we understood. Along the way, we lose sight of truths that once formed the bedrock of our faith. Continues... ©Marjorie Dobson
Poem: Taste and see
Poem: Taste and see
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: Taste and see. Whatever your taste – whether it’s for a bacon sandwich, or a cream scone, or fish and chips, or rare roast beef, or a fine wine, or a strong dark coffee, or an extra-strong peppermint – the thought of the taste and the imagination of the sensation of eating,
Paul for Everyone: Galatians and Thessalonians - Paul's Ministry to Thessalonica